UnIndian: A Trite Cliché-Ridden Indo-Australian Romance

Starring: Brett Lee, Tannistha Chatterjee

Directed by: Anupam Sharma

Movie Review: UnIndian could well be titled ‘There’s a White Naked Man In Our Daughter’s Bedroom’, as one of the film’s intended high-points occurs when Brett Lee saunters out of  his lady-love Tannishtha Chatterjee’s bedroom only to run into her shocked parents in the living room.

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Nervously his towel drops off.Giggle.

The …errrr….joke doesn’t end there. Mira’s father stares at Brett’s crotch and exclaims, ‘You are not wearing achaddhi.’

This stating-of-the-obvious business, we soon realize, is a force of habit in the film.Everyone is doing it all the time. Thrusting banal home-truths into our faces until we cry for mercy.But who’s listening? Everybody brown  or white, is busy dancing to Bollywood beats manufactured in  factory-precise doses for global consumption.

Come to  think about it, from the opening shots of Mira and her sandalwood-centric parivar in Melbourne, to the closing scenes where Mira must rush to the airport to stop her lover boy from flying away….  every dialogue and situation in UnIndian is  designed as a homage to the corniest conventions of Bollywood .

All this would have been marginally enticing if done in the spirit of spoof .But no.The writers and the director are fully and solemnly into the spirit of Bollywoodizing Brett. So like Abhishek Bachchan in Rohan Sippy’s Kuch NaKaho and [tooltip id=”88b6af99531f838ed90aed058b7d870a”][tooltip id=”c1b465420d07c688942ed18eadfd9f92″ keyword_color=”#000000″ background_color=”#ffffff”][tooltip id=”4db8f5608d45f5de7881d9bce162f4bf”]Salman Khan[/tooltip][/tooltip][/tooltip] in Partner Lee’s  character Will must befriend and win the trust of his sultry eyecandy  Mira’s daughter. Mira’s ex-husband  we are told, is…. gay. And mean.

“I tried to help him to come out of the closet . But he thought I was trying to malign his family name,” Mira whispers tragically to Will. Having played a  lesbian lately in Angry Young Goddesses Tannishtha Chatterjee is well qualified for the job.

Poor Gulshan Grover, wearing a pink shirt and tie, kidnaps his daughter and is chased down by the Aussie cops.Stereotyping is so prevalent in the film, we could write a book on the various communities characters and cultures that are straitjacketed in this fluffy over-sweetened confection.

The kindest thing that can be said about cricketer Brett Lee’s acting debut is that he doesn’t make an effort to act. He is happy being himself most of the time except when he has to make love to his co-star.That’s when things get really uncomfortable for poor Brett.

Tannistha and Brett are as ill-matched as  Michelle Obama and Donald Trump. They seem to belong not just two cultures and continents  but two different planets.So when the boorishly scripted plot has Lee’s character  going suddenly crazy over  Tannishtha’s single-mother Mira, you wonder what he has been smoking.

And what , pray tell, was the director smoking when he embarked on this made-to-order cross-cultural romance ? It  reads like an immigration manuel on how to hook  an Australian to get citizenship in their country, or inversely a cricket manuel on how a retired  cricket star can make a Bollywood career.

Either way UnIndian sucks.

There is no kinder way of describing the trite corny and altogether atrocious stereotypes that the film flings in our face , presumably to promote India-Australian amity.Tannishtha,a  powerful actress at best,is thoroughly miscast as the single mother struggling to bring up an increasingly demanding daughter Smita(played with a likeable gravity by young Maya Sathi).

For some strange reason everybody refers to Smita as ‘Smitha’ in the film.I guess one just can’t take the Sambharout of an Australian-Indian. UnIndian is littered with lazily written scenes with dialogues to match.The situations in the script are played out strictly by numbers . The love-making scene between Brett and Tannisha, seriously chopped off, looks  like it could do with some excitement from both the parties.

The performances range from the strange(the normally likable Supriya Pathak as Mira’s mother is hammy andcartoonish) to the tolerable(Tannishtha struggles to slip in a semblance of sensitivity to her uni-dimensional single-mom character) to the genuinely likeable(Arka Das as Brett’s pal gets into the swing of things even when there isn’t much to swing to).

As for Brett Lee, like his namesake he gets a ‘kick’ out of playing to the gallery.In one sequence at a Bollywoodscreening he is seen fantasizing to [tooltip id=”88b6af99531f838ed90aed058b7d870a”][tooltip id=”c1b465420d07c688942ed18eadfd9f92″ keyword_color=”#000000″ background_color=”#ffffff”][tooltip id=”4db8f5608d45f5de7881d9bce162f4bf”]Salman Khan[/tooltip][/tooltip][/tooltip]’s Kick song. What could have been a hilarious take-off is nothing more than a clumsy attempt to infuse some ‘Bollywood ’ into the bland dish that this film serves up.

No amount of chutney can liven this pickled oddity.

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